Thorough. Top to bottom. Even underneath the refrigerator.
It's been 16 months since I last cleaned up the place. That was the last time anyone has been inside except me. The girl I just started seeing said, without any subtlety, that she wanted to come over after our next date.
Depression sires neglect. Conditions worsened. And keeping the place in a poor state, in a funny way, kept me from suicide. I never want to leave a mess for someone else to clean up.
I went on the date and got stood up, but surprisingly it didn't bother me. I look around my apartment and I'm actually feeling a sense of pride that I was able to do it.
Submitted July 08, 2015 at 06:33AM by GH609 http://ift.tt/1dKP8k6 depression
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